In a distant dream, the girl in green shirt gently held his black hair at the collar, as if she was shy and nervous, and her slender fingers trembled and clenched tightly.
His face was a blur, and his specific appearance couldn't be clearly seen.
Balian didn't know if this dream was just a dream or something else. When he woke up, these memory fragments became extremely blurry and difficult to capture.
When he got up with a headache, he discovered that his body was covered with thick dead leaves and vines, like a bed quilt, protecting him from the wind and cold.
A warm smile appeared on Balian's face.
Looking down, he saw the silly little deer lying next to him, sleeping soundly, using his own body temperature to warm his body.
There was also a piece of dead leaf in its mouth, its ears moved slightly from time to time, and it looked quiet and well-behaved.
He has no heartbeat or body temperature, and once he falls asleep, he is as dead as possible.
The deer couldn't tell whether he was dead or sleeping, so he must have been very frightened.
Foolishly, she picked up leaves and vines and covered him, guarding him until he woke up.
Do you really think of him as your master?
Hululu...
The little deer was sleeping soundly.
Balian's eyes softened, and he lay down again and hugged the sleeping deer a little tighter. Even though he could no longer fall asleep, his heart was extremely peaceful at the moment.
Balian suddenly felt that raising a little deer... seemed not a bad thing.
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The Endless Sea, as its name suggests, is an endless ocean with no end in sight. The water is surging like monsters are rolling on the bottom of the sea, and some hard rocks are cracking horribly under the impact of the raging waves.
The color of the water in some places in this sea area is red.
What's even weirder is that above the sea, I don't know if it is affected by some distant and ancient magical atmosphere in the sea.
Even the waning moon in the sky is scarlet in color. Looking at the dense demonic energy, the entire sea area has existed forever under an extremely strange atmosphere.
The natural scale of Kongcang Mountain, which stands near the sea, is also extremely majestic, stretching for 900 miles from left to right.
According to common sense, a mountain range with such a vast territory and fertile resources is extremely popular in this world where immortal sects are rampant.
But in the thousands of years since Kongcang Mountain was formed, this mountain has been a mountain without an owner.
This place faces the endless sea, and ghosts and monsters will sometimes crawl from that sea into this mountain range, causing trouble in all directions.
But the strange thing is that these evil creatures rarely attack ordinary villagers in the mountains, but only seek trouble for cultivators.
If someone takes over this mountain and establishes a sect, he will be invaded by the evil spirits in the sea within seven days.
Over time, in the minds of the world, this mountain seems to have no owner, but in fact it does.
If not, why would most mortals be protected by a magical power when evil spirits harass them?
The residents of this mountain have had good weather for many years, and there have been no robbers or wars.
Once someone has greed and desires and tries to occupy the mountain and become the king, he will be destroyed.
So the people here created a mountain god on this mountain and worshiped him in a temple.
The mountain god statue is an image of a horse body and a dragon head imagined by the local residents, carved into a stone statue for worship.
Every festival, the residents in the mountains will hold a sacrificial ceremony, present fine wine, use pigs and sheep as sacrifices, add a piece of auspicious jade to decorate the sacrifices, find a cave, and bury them deep underground.
The caves were not chosen randomly, they were deduced by mountain Feng Shui masters.
Then select strong men and beautiful girls from each village tribe and gather them in the cave.
Men dance with shields in their hands, and girls hold auspicious jade in their hands and dance in sacrificial robes, praying to the gods in the mountains to eliminate the disasters of war and pray for good fortune.
On the occasion of the Ghost Festival, Bai Lian happened to meet a group of villagers from various mountain tribes, who happened to be in the cave where he was.
The people here are very simple and kind. When they saw Bai Lian living and wandering alone in the mountains, they were very enthusiastic and invited him to join the army, participate in festivals, and enjoy delicious food.
The deserted cave suddenly became lively, filled with the fresh breath of human beings.
A burly man held a roasted leg of lamb in his hand and tore it into big bites. He came to Balian and patted him on the shoulder.
He laughed loudly and said: "Little brother, it's boring to be a scavenger alone. My sister has taken a liking to you. If you come to our family, you don't have to continue wandering in the future."
When Balian met these mountain residents in the cave, they asked him his name and where he came from.
The answer he gave was that Si Chen had no father or mother and was a wandering scavenger.
Balian smiled when he heard this and declined naturally.
Looking at the peaceful life in the mountains with singing and dancing, although I yearn for it in my heart.
But mortal life does not belong to him.
The rejected man was not angry either, he laughed loudly, pointed to the place where a group of men gathered and said with a smile:
"Brother Si Chen, the gladiatorial competition over there has begun. This year's winning prize is a good bow. A good man in the mountains cannot catch his prey without a good bow. How about it? Are you interested?
Go and give it a try?”
Balian looked in the direction of his finger and saw hundreds of strong young men and young men in a circle in that crowd. Two people in the circle were wrestling and fighting, and the atmosphere was heated.
What is even more surprising is that among those hundreds of men, there is actually a cultivator whose strength is about the second level of seeking the Tao.
This is really interesting.
The winning prize in his mouth, an iron bow, was placed on the side of the village chiefs of each tribe.
And that bow turned out to be no ordinary bow. The bow body and string exuded a faint spiritual power, and its quality could reach the level of low-grade treasures.
For ordinary people or ordinary practitioners, it is indeed a rare and good bow.
Balian has a quiet temperament, and it's fine to watch the excitement, but he doesn't like to join in the excitement. He shook his head to show that he was not interested.
The man suddenly felt that this handsome young man was boring and had no youthful vitality at all.
He no longer greeted him enthusiastically. After gnawing on the lamb leg, he wiped it casually on his body and strode towards him, rubbing his palms like cattail leaf fans with a fierce fighting spirit.
Balian knelt down, hugging his little deer, looking softly at the various scenes of the human world that were extremely rare for him.
Soon, the winner was determined in the gladiatorial competition, and the winner was naturally the only practitioner among the hundred men.
It is not difficult to fight against ordinary people in the second-level realm of Qiudao. It is not difficult to defeat one against a hundred.
Not to mention a one-on-one fight.
Naturally, the previous one was killed one by one.
A very clean win.
The young man in the circle wearing an animal skin coat certainly stole the show.
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